Five of Wands
Micro-Fiction
We sit across from each other, the fortune teller and me.
"I've never done this before," I say.
"Relax and focus on your question."
I close my eyes and picture my daughter, or is it me? We look so alike.
The gypsy lays out two cards.
"The five of wands is a card of conflict,” she says, matter-of-factly.
She lays another one down.
“And now the two of wands. De Nile ain’t just a river in Eygpt," she says, stright-faced.
I feel my face go hot.
Another card—The Tower.
“She is also struggling."
Another card. Snap.
"The daughter of cups.”
She takes my hand.
“Joy or suffering. The choice is one we make.”